While in a brief meditative state between exercises, I was staring out the window at the dead tree in the backyard. I thought about how the multiple small trunks, starting in a cluster and then slowly separating upward, would have been a subject for a photo in my younger days. So many things feel like they would have been a subject for Art once upon a time.
The dead tree remains in the backyard even after I had cut back so much of the wildness and damaging things back there simply because it is a playground and a resting spot for the birds and woodland creatures that visit. Even dead it contributes something positive to its environment.
